I’m beginning to think I understand how Pongo must feel. I’m looking out the window and seeing a beautiful Friday. The mind wanders to things I want to do for the weekend. But then that damn little professional conscience guy keeps chiming in. I want to hang out at the beach. But you’ll be on the electronic leash and can’t take it in the water. I want to hang out at the pool. Just don’t let the leash get wet. I really should go to the gym. But you’ll feel like one of the people you hate, carrying a cell phone around with you at the gym. Maybe I can just find a nice dry lounge chair somewhere in the sun and work on my resume. Laying about in the sun all day seems to work for the Pongo, so I guess I can manage one weekend out of four – just why, WHY, does it have to be such a beautiful and sunny weekend?

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